This Issue Letter from the Editor: Imprints She feels an unsettling rumbling in her chest before she feels the tremor beneath her feet. Jasmine Wang Editor's Letter I am Human and I was Here when sunlight hits foggy glass just right prints reveal themselves, oil smeared into smiling faces Lindsey Smith Poetry We've Got Mail Dear Future Jordan, Do you remember when we discovered Percy Jackson? Jordan Coleman Identity To Mercury I walk downstairs and you are not there. Susannah Baker Poetry Join My Mom and Me for a Coffee We sit across from each other, hands wrapped around our warm lavender mochas—almost mirror images of each other. Ella Powell Relationships Let’s Talk About Title IX Eryn Rhodes Advocacy Previous Next Popular Let’s Talk About Title IX Eryn Rhodes Advocacy Join My Mom and Me for a Coffee We sit across from each other, hands wrapped around our warm lavender mochas—almost mirror images of each other. Ella Powell Relationships To Mercury I walk downstairs and you are not there. Susannah Baker Poetry We've Got Mail Dear Future Jordan, Do you remember when we discovered Percy Jackson? Jordan Coleman Identity I am Human and I was Here when sunlight hits foggy glass just right prints reveal themselves, oil smeared into smiling faces Lindsey Smith Poetry Letter from the Editor: Imprints She feels an unsettling rumbling in her chest before she feels the tremor beneath her feet. Jasmine Wang Editor's Letter What Happens in Vegas Should Stay in Vegas As fourth-year students, my friend and I wanted to celebrate our final spring break with a bang, so naturally, we took a spontaneous trip to Las Ve Cheyenne Butler Pop Culture Letter from the Editor: Idolatry Our issue opens with Cheyenne Butler’s piece “What Happens in Vegas Should Jasmine Wang Editor's Letter Favorite's Day: The Self-Care Day You Didn't Know You Needed Favorites day can happen however much you need it, and it can be whatever you want. Wear your favorite clothes, even if they don’t match. Cassie Dallas Wellbeing To My Middle School Idols Middle school, almost by definition, is not supposed to be a place where anyone thrives. Susannah Baker Identity, Relationships 5 Things I Love and Don’t Love about the K-pop Industry My K-pop origin story all began with a YouTube React video. Jordan Coleman Pop Culture In My Ideal Universe My body, mind, and soul are a solar system Made up of hundreds of moons, millions of asteroids, and a multitude of planets Caroline Silvera Poetry, Identity Oasis The sky is pale blue closer to the ragged spines of the outcroppings Mary Margaret Lea Poetry Dear Idleness, I freeze in place and then thaw. Thoughts trickle along in a spiral of longing aspiration. Ella Powell Wellbeing Deconstructing “Going-Out” Culture at UVA: Why Can’t We Ever Slow Down? The red dress I had planned on wearing to my boyfriend’s winter formal, coincidentally, happened to be the same shade of red as the back of my thro Lindsey Smith Advocacy, Pop Culture [Mama,] Do you see me as I see myself in your reflection? Looking down on your water that coats my skin a color I share with all Diana Zhang Poetry Weeping Willow What do you do when you’re sad? I stand tall. I become like a tree: Bailey Middleton Poetry, Relationships Letter from the Editor: Ruptured Roots Jasmine Wang Editor's Letter Creating Caring Community for Survivors through Transformative Justice When replanting our roots after they have been ruptured, it is crucial we find soil forgiving enough to support our growth, healing, and rebirth. Caroline Silvera Wellbeing, Advocacy On Seasons and Motherhood I knock, gently, on the door, but there is no answer. Perhaps I am at the wrong address. Lindsey Smith Fiction, Relationships Somebody Come Get Her, She’s Dancing like a Stripper Yes, I took a pole dancing class. Anyone who knows me is likely unsurprised since I’ve been wanting to take one for quite some time. Cheyenne Butler Pop Culture I, Budding Bloom I plead and prod For the answers to your hurt. I wait, which is to say I wilt. Ella Powell Poetry ቡና : Coffee : Liquid Gold An ode, an homage to these storied Ethiopian highlands, a chess board of the gods as Homer once said, where goats and shepherds have become their c Miriella Jiffar Identity for evergreen my grandfather knows trees like I know the bark of his calloused hands their leaves, their roots, their flowers Susannah Baker Poetry, Relationships Previous Next Hot Topic Iris Magazine Subscribe to the Iris Newsletter! * indicates required Email Address *UVA students & colleagues: please use UVA computing ID here. The Root of My Mother by Jasmine Wang Miss Twenty-Something by Cheyenne Butler How Much Do They Care? by Bailey Middleton 5 Things You Should Know About Barstool Sports if You Care About Being a Good Person by Eryn Rhodes
